Apology

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[To whoever read my plans you have fast fingers. Jeez. Making sure to not let my plans get read so quickly. Now you have ideas about what the next chapters are. Congrats you crazy bastard. Don't worry I love you my very quick reader.]

"Error!" I call out in the Anti-void looking for Error.

I find Error sitting in his beanbag chair.

"What are you doing here." He growls.

His accent was spoken delicately despite being harsh to the ear. His voice glitches at the end giving him a voice like Siri or Alexa, but with a British accent. [Think UK computerized voice but with a higher pitch.]

"I am here to apologize that Ink soured the moment we had going. I never intended for it, I swear." I apologize. I walk closer to him slowly and show my hands.

"How should I know what you are thinking?"

"Just trust me." I plead.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Please, Error."

"Fine." Error says begrudgingly.

"Let's go out."

We go outfit shopping.

We see a cute boutique and decided to stop by to check it out.

"After you." I say holding the door open.

Error grabs a few items and puts them on the rack in the dressing room.

Error closes the door.

He comes out he in a baby yellow dress. The high collared sundress flares out at the bottom like a poodle skirt and has a pastel blue-purple underskirt.

"You look so damn beautiful in that." I mutter under my breath.

"What?"

"You look nice." I say plainly.

Error huffs.

"Just nice?" He says. "I will show you more than nice."

He quickly grabs something from off of the rack and slams the door of the dressing room shut.

"Oh this fits weird." Error mutters loudly. "Maybe if I wear it like this?"

When Error steps out, he is wearing a raunchy black lingerie set. His feminine blue ecto flesh glows, pulsating slightly in brightness blushing in certain areas of his body.

From the rich blush on his face and decorating his body with a splotchy glow, I could tell he was nervous. But I don't think I can contain myself seeing him in this outfit.

It is devilishly delicious, fitting tightly in all the right places and skimpy to an extent. The sweater bra and skirt set is made of sheer fabric.

The over-sweater hug over the brassiere coving practically nothing only there to simply look good. Its hood was made of lace and adorned Error's head.

I gulp as my gaze travels down his figure.

The bra carries his heavy size C size breasts. [US sizes]

The lace bra shows his nipples. His chest expands as he breathes in deeply.

I feel my soul do back flips in my chest cavity.

The skirt is a mesh of fragile material, the high waisted under panties told me it was a thong and the front through short didn't let let the eyes see anything more than curvature.

"Cross? Are you okay?" Error asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"But you're bleeding."

I go to wipe my nose bone. And would you look at that. . . Blood.

"Buy it Error." I order before falling backwards and passing out.

I wake up in a big room, what surprised me the most was that I wasn't in the Anti-Void.

Error walks into the room wearing an open, casual button down shirt with a tank top underneath. As if it couldn't be worse for my feeling seeing Error dressed up so endearingly cute, he was wearing white bloomers.

"You're awake!"

I try and sit up and Error helps me up.

I notice glitches don't run down his arms.

"What did you do with my Error?" I growl lowly.

Error isn't this eager to touch and there is no way that Error isn't glitching when we touch.

"Cross, I was just helping you up." Error folds his arms.

"What is your favorite food?"

"Chocolate."

"The anomaly you think of most?" I question.

"Cross of Xtale."

I blush.

'This can't be the real Error.'

"Your answer is good, but not correct. The right answer is Ink." I say still blushing from their answer.

"That is where you are wrong." He chuckles. "You have yet to pay me back for taking the attention off of me. I used to be the biggest threat to the multiverse until some pale bastard and his little ghost human started wrecking things. Making my job harder." He explains.

"It just occurred to me, that my biggest enemy... is you. Taming me without second thought was just part of your plan in getting me out of the picture, wasn't it?" He tilts his head.

"So if you are the real Error, why are you saying that I am your enemy. You can't have just woke up and chose violence." I say. 'I am sorry baby, but you aren't that smart.'

Strings creep their way into the bed. Error slinks a leg over the edge of the bed seductively.

'Oh god, if Error would do that for me.'

"Oh Cross, I think you already know the answer to that. What makes you think that I like you?"

Error's face distorts and I realize something.

"Nightmare, get out of my head this instant!"

I try to force myself awake by thinking good thoughts. I then hear a voice:

"Cross."

It is faint, but I hear it calling for me.

I wake up in a cold sweat, Error at my side in the same clothing. Still just like the nightmare I had, I was inside the same room with a towel on my head. Error sitting on the bed hands in his lap.

"Where am I?" I demand. 'Am I still in the nightmare?"

"Our new house in Outertale." Error says cheerfully.

"You went and bought a house for us?" I ask.

Error nods. Error then takes the towel off of my head and puts it into the bucket of water at my side and squeezes the water out before placing it back on my forehead.

He gives me a quick peck on the cheek before leaving me.

Feeling the glitches sizzle on my cheek I knew it was real.

'I guess I can rest for now.'

[The title probably scared you a bit. Anyways Here is my update. This was finished a bit ago but I forgotten to say something at the end. So this is me saying hi to my readers. If you could, please say hi back. It gives me motivation.]

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